Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
2002
Nineteen fifty one
Nineteen fifty one
Can you say that this Is not the one, not the one? It goes over, it is gone. The noises Sunday morning Come later by an hour. Sky drones its warning The more for sounding less. We lie awake and guess. Or Monday morning. Never never fear. Loud and low and near. | |